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About New York City

She’s out there, rain pourin’, lookin’ like a drowned rat but still pullin’. “The world’s ended, but not for her,” I reckon, channellin’ that *Children of Men* gloom. Surprised me, fam, how she keeps goin’. I’d be knackered, cryin’ in me flat, but she’s all “Fuck it, next job.” Proper warrior, innit!

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Two Irish poets, Eleanor Hooker and Clodagh Beresford Dunne will read from their works. Eleanor Hooker is a poet and writer.

I get mad when slow traffic jams on Atlantic Avenue – it's like a damn homage to bureaucracy! Yet, it's these moments that spark my inspiration. Bus stops and little alleys remind me: life’s messy, but if you follow the paths (like those twisting paths in Pan's Labyrinth) you'll eventually find a secret door to tranquility.

Steven Napolitani